Friends come and go, they say. But the memories of them while you are so much younger then, gives you the feeling that they will never leave you somehow. I wonder, what happens to each one of them. I wonder how they look like now. I wonder how they fared better in this life.

Deep in my heart, I am envisioning them enjoying their life among their own set of new friends right now. I am seeing them in a distance of their own daily routines and living it out. And the thought that whatever happens, a part of me goes along with them, when simple things that remind them of me has been triggered by circumstance.

I may not be as expressive as I can to show how much I cared.But silently within this heart, I am keeping prayers. Prayers that the Almighty endow all his love and blessings to each one of them. May He empower them to move on and conquer their own set of fears and tribulations. And how I wished that in the time of their agony, I am being there like a pillow that will cushion it out.

Well, the essence of friendship is not about who got farther. Who got stronger. Who got happier. Who got richer. But it is in the knowing, that within the many superficialities of self, they remain the same person like when you first met them. They remain the person who might be changed by their present countenance or life circumstance, still bears their truest identity that gels well with you after all.

But fate has its way through the course of our lifetimes. And I still believe. I know that someday, our paths will cross again. Just like in a song . Even after the time has scarred our hearts and souls with many life lessons along the way. Even after the time has rendered us visually unpleasant. Even after the time have already shown the verdict of our future.

What is worth remembering is the person that once been a part of our lives. The person who has his own fragilities of a human being trying it out in the world like a first time performer. The person who also struggled to stand up and who has to learn his first steps to personal freedom from being a newborn baby.

What is worth remembering is the person that one has to become. After all, that one has to grow up and act maturely. And taking all the responsibilities to become a real man or a real woman. Now, I understand why friends have to be apart sometimes. Allowing each other have great leaping forward to life. Creating their own set of a world where one has to belong. And make it his own.

Hames

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Clay Jensen returns home from school to find a mysterious box with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker—his classmate and crush—who committed suicide two weeks earlier.
On tape, Hannah explains that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he’ll find out how he made the list.